New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1887-04-10
HOW WE BEAT THE FAVORITE.
A LAY OF THE LoAMsHIRE HUNT CLUB.

aAye SQUIRE said Stevens "they back him at evcns
The race Is all over, bar shouting, they say;
Tho Clown ought to beat her. Dick Neville Is sweeto
Than ever-he swears he can win all the way
GA gentleman rider-wel Pm an outsider,
But he's gent who the mischief's the 1ocki
You swes mostly blunder. Dick rides for the piundeF
He rides, too, Like thunder--he sits like . rock.
Ale calls hunted fairly horse that has barely
Been stripped for q trot within sight Of the hounds
horse that at Warwick beat Eirilime and Vortex
And gave Abdclkader at Aintrie nine pounds
"They say we have no test to warrant protest;
Dick rides for a lord and stands In with a steward
The light Of their faces they show hm-his case IL
Prejudged and his verdict already secured
"But none can outast her, and few travel faster,
She strides In her work clean away from The DraSs
You hold her and cit her. she couldn't DO filter,
Whenever you hit her she'll spring like stag
And p'rhaps the green Jacket at odds though they
back 1t,
May fan, or there's no knowing what may turn up.
The is quite ready, sit still and ride STEADY,
Keep cool: and think you may Just win the Cup
Dark brown with tan muzzle. Just stripped for the
Stood Iseult arching her back to the curb.
A lean head and fiery strong quarters ana WHY
A loin rather Light but shoulder superb
Some parting Injunction bestowed with great JUNCTION.
/ tried to recall. but forgot like Ounce,
When Reginald Murray, full tilt on White Surrey.
Came down in q hurry to start us at once.
"Keep back in the yellow Come up on 0thenoi
Hold hard on the chestnut! Turn round on ins
Dragi ~
Keep back there on spartan Back you sir in tartani
SO, steady there. easy" and down went the flag.
We started and Kerr made strong running on MGR
Through burrows that led to the first stake-and-
bound,
The crack half extended. looked boodlike and splen'
did,
Held wide on the right where tho headland was sound
7 pulled hard to bafie her rush with the snafe.
Before her two-thrds of the field got away,
All through the wet pasture where Hoods OF the iaS
stIll oitored they cotted my crimson with clay
The fourth fence. waffle, foord Monk and Biue
The Drag came to grief at the blackthorn and ditch
The rails toppled Redoubt and Red Rover
Tho lane stopped Lycurgus and Worcestershire WITCH
She passed like an arrow Kildare and Cock Sparrow
And DIantrap and Mermaid refused the stone WALL
And Giles on the Groyling came down at the paling
And was left sailing In front OF them AL
I took them burster nor eased her nor nursed her
Until tho Black Bulhnch led Into the poush,
And through the strong bramble We bored with
scramble
MY cap was knocked of by the hazel-tree bough.
Where burrows looked lighter drew tho rein tighter
Her dark chest all dappled with haKes oil "hU
foam, .
Her tanks mud bespattered weak rail she shattered
We Landed on turf with our heads turned for homo
Then crashed low binder and then close behind he
The sward to the strokes Of tho fayorlte shook
His rush reused her mette. yet ever SO ntue
She shortened her stride as raced at the brook
She rose when I hit her. I saw the stream glitter
A wide scarlet nostril flashed close to my knee,
Between sky and water The Clown came ahd causm
The space that she cleared a caution to see.
And forcing the running, discarding all cunning,
length to the front went the rider In green
A long strip of stubble and then the big double,
Two suf flights Of rails with a quickest between
She raced at the rasper. felt my knees grasp hcr.
found my hands give to her strain on the Dr.
She rose when The Clown dd-our silks as we BOUNDED
Brush'd lightly stirrups clash'd loud as we u
A rise steeply sloping fence with stone coping
The last-we diverged round the base OF the hllI
His path the nearer his leap was the clearer
fogg'd up the straight, and he led sitting still
she came to his quarter, and still brought her.
And up to his girth. to his broast-pate she GREW:
A short prayer from Neville Just reached me. "Ths
Devil"
He muttcrcd-lockd level the hurdles We flow.
A hum Of hoarse cheering. a dense crowd careerins,
All sights Obscurey. all shouts vaguely hear9
"The green winsW "Ihe crnnson" Inc muioe""
swms on.
And figures are blended and features are blurred.
Tho horse is her mastcr!" "The green travels paa
herl"
aThe Clown will Outlast her" "The Clown winsl'
"The Clown!"
Tho white railing races with all the white faces,
The chestnut outpaces, outstretches the brown
On still past the gateway she strains in the straishe
way, -
Io swerves the green scourges. the stand rocks ana
surges
And flashes and verges, and fits the white post
Aye, so ends the tussle-I knew the tan muzzle
was first though the rins-men were yelling DcaA
heati"
A nose could swear by. but clcrke said. 1.-THE mari
A short head" And that's how the favOrto wa
ADAM LINDSAY GoRDoY